There was always something broken in the house. No matter how they tried to prevent accidents, things in that house just had a faulty way about them. Over the years the efforts had been tremendous. Several layers of padding under the carpets, corners of furniture sanded down to be rounded instead of sharp, replacement of glass with plastic whenever possible, to name a few. Still, every once and a while something would fall, be knocked over or weather with time. They took to more realistic strategies, such as turning things around so the unbroken side wouldn’t show, moving furniture over stains, etcetera. Nowadays they sit around drinking tea and musing about how funny it is that broken possessions can break spirits too.